INICIAR SESIÓN
Blue and red lights flashed. Broken glass scattered across the road, sparkling in the beams of light from the police vehicles. The rain finally stopped pouring as the wrecker came to take the mangled car away.
Jack, the police captain, stood looking at the scene before him. The silver mini van looked as if a herd of bears mauled it. Scratches covered every surface of the vehicle. They left nothing but shards of glass to the windows. Dents pummeled down the passenger side. Something had also caved the roof in. The car was a crushed tuna can. His hands caressed the claw marks left on the side of the vehicle, tracing over the tears in the metal.
The passengers, a man and a woman, were found yards away and looked as if a cougar had attacked them. Poor souls, thought Jack as he made his way to the victims.He had seen his fair share of death and despair through the years on the force, but this... This was an otherworldly, violent attack. This was…. Bloodshed.
“Sir, what kind of animal would do this?” a baffled officer asked as he walked up beside Jack, eyes scouring the scene surrounding them, with his hand covering his nose and mouth.
The smell of blood was overpowering in the cool spring air. The captain sat back on his heels, surveying the massacre in front of him.
Jack just hung and shook his head. Not an animal at all. “I don’t know, son. But hopefully, these souls didn’t suffer.” I know they did, though. Our kind aren’t forgiving when we kill, he thought to himself.
A pair of first responders stepped up, one holding a backpack diaper bag. “We found this in the ditch alongside the highway, Captain. But we didn’t see a car seat or booster seat. Should we be looking for a child?”
Jack’s eyes searched the highway in a panic. Please don’t let us find a baby. Kids were a weakness to Jack; he had always wanted one of his own.
“Better to be safe than sorry. Start where you found the bag. I’ll look on the wooded side of the road.” The officers split up and started searching.
*clink *clink *clink
What was that?
*clink *clink *clink
Jack had to focus on his hearing. Being a vampire allowed his senses to go into overdrive when he wanted. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the metal clinking sound.
*clink
THERE!
He whipped his head around and saw it; Just off the side of the road on the wood line. A purple car seat with its back towards the crash.
Please. Please be alive.
Jack focused on the seat as he slowly walked up to it. He could hear a small heart beat.
Thank you, Goddess.
He let out a relieved sigh with closed eyes as he tilted his face towards the skies.
Jack hurried to the seat and kneeled beside it. He glanced around to make sure there were no more threats, his hand instinctively went to his gun in his holster when he saw movement in the trees. Before he could react further, a sneeze caught his attention.
He slowly turned the car seat around and the biggest set of hypnotic green eyes he had ever seen met his gaze. The child’s chubby hands were playing with a silver necklace of some sort. She looked up at Jack, giggled, and reached out to him. Jack’s heart melted.
He held out his index finger, and she didn't hesitate to wrap her hand around it. The warmth from that simple contact surprised him. She didn’t seem to be affected by the cool air from the rain.
This little thing had probably witnessed the most horrific thing in her life and she was all smiles when she saw him. He cautiously lifted the car seat and made his way with the precious cargo towards the ambulance. She needed to be checked out by the paramedics.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you.”
The amber glow from the pyre illuminated the open field. Hypnotized, Claire stared into the flames.Marian’s body lay motionless while the flames danced all around her.Claire never wanted to be around fire again, but she knew she needed to stay. Her dad needed her to stay.Cool fingertips on her wrist brought her out of her trance. She didn’t look back. She knew Mal’s touch. Could sense him with every fiber of her being. Claire took a deep breath, then entwined his fingers with her own.She wanted to laugh at how hot her face and front of her body felt when the snow and ice around them seemed to freeze her back.But she shouldn’t laugh.Death has a way of bringing out the best or worst in people. Who knew it could bring to the surface her dark sense of humor.She needed to pay attention, Matt spoke, but she didn’t hear any words; even while his lips moved.A second set of fingers gripped her right hand, pulling her attention to her father. He looked weaker, paler than normal-if that w
He stalked back to her and with a sure hand, grabbed the collar of her shirt, and lifted her from the ground as he growled, “You were the problem the entire time!”He pulled her closer to him; his face inches from hers. “You won’t cause us any more trouble. Not anymore.” Red eyes bore into hers. Fangs bared for all to see as they slowly came closer to her throat.Claire kicked at his groin, making him drop her to the ground. She hit the hard surface and cringed at the pain in her limbs. She looked up in time to see Zach rush towards her. Using her staff to anchor herself, she dodged a blow and pushed herself between his outstretched legs. Once she was behind him, she swung her leg out to kick him behind his knees. Zach fell to the floor, and Claire seized the opportunity. With a loud ‘crack’, her staff landed a blow to his back, knocking him down even further. She jumped onto his back and placed her staff below his chin, the pressure causing his head to rear back. She could feel the s
Zach and another vampire, who Claire recognized as Sloane’s second-in-command, battled Jack and Marian. They were a tornado of bodies punching, kicking, and biting one another. The cries of pain mixed with the triumphant shouts echoed when someone hit their mark.Heavy breathing came from behind Clair. “Is that Malachy?” Quinn asked, confused.Claire quickly looked to her right and saw the man she loved punching Sloane right in the gut, making the creepy vampire double over in pain. Without missing a beat, Mal glanced up. His crimson eyes found hers instantly, and her sob clogged in her throat at the sight.“Get them OUT OF HERE!” Mal pointed at the back of the boat, shot Sean a glare, then focused back on Claire. His eyes silently pleading her to go, which she nodded in agreement. Sean grabbed her hand and pulled her away. They made it to the rail when Sean set Quinn down, then glanced below. A smile plastered itself on his face. “Hey, Fishsticks! How’s the water?”Confused, Claire r
Quinn’s eyes widened in panic as she looked at everyone frozen in their spots. “What. Was. That?”Stillness took over the small party. Then another tremor, this time larger, shook them. The table vibrated and scooted across the floor. Dishes scattered over the floor, clashing and breaking as soon as they crashed downward. The chandelier lights clinked above them as the ground shook below their feet again, but this time a loud, thunderous bang accompanied it.Quinn ducked under the table as the yacht swayed even more from the violent shocks. Claire gripped the edges of the table to steady herself, but looked up just in time to witness the chandelier come loose and crash onto the surface of the table. Zach quickly rushed to Quinn’s side and pulled her away from the table as it collapsed to the ground.Glass shards erupted everywhere.Zach shielded Quinn while, surprisingly, Sloane covered Claire from the fragments. A few vampires filed into the room as Sloane bellowed, “Find whatever is
With an ear pointed down the hall, Claire listened intently for any more noises. There. Another small cry from the door on her right. Claire didn’t hesitate as she stormed through the door, opening it to find a sleeping Quinn lying on a similar bed to the one Claire woke up on. She quickly rushed to her side, kneeled on the floor, and gently brushed the hair from Quinn’s face. “I need you to wake up, Quinn. Can you do that for me?” Quinn’s eyebrows knitted together as she groaned. She slowly opened her groggy eyes to stare blankly at Claire. “Claire?” she croaked out. “What the fuck happened? Where are we?” panic in her eyes, she glanced around the room then looked directly at Claire.“I don’t know where exactly, but we are getting out of here. Can you sit up?” She urged her friend further up the bed, noticing she wasn’t handcuffed. Claire put her hands under Quinn’s arms, lifting her to a seated position. With a heavy breath, Quinn sat up and placed fingers to her eyes.“What’s goi
The steady rocking and swaying of her head slowly woke Claire from her slumber. Pressure behind her eyes made her feel like her skull was split into dozens of pieces.She raised her hand to wipe her face, but the cool metal on her wrist stopped it midair. Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the clink of metal on metal. “What the fuck?” she mumbled to herself.She glanced around the small room and found herself on a very comfortable bed, but this wasn’t her bed, or Mal’s, or any bed she recognized.She searched for anything that could tell her where and why she was there. Two doors and one small circular window were the only means of escape she could see, but she couldn’t get herself to any of them handcuffed to this bed.With a few steady breaths, she tried to calm herself, but the swaying of the room was a distraction, and she couldn’t focus. “Boat,” she muttered to herself.“I could tell that you were a smart girl.”Claire didn’t realize she had spoken out loud until the chilling v







